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Monday, December 31, 2012

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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

I just read this article. I guess it’s gone viral. Unfortunately,
I can relate to the author’s description of her son. I’ve experienced mood
shifts in my son much like the ones she describes. We call them “Katie Kaboom”
moments.

I won’t lie. I’m horrified by the similarities between my
child’s occasional behaviors and those exhibited by others who have grown to commit
heinous crimes. It’s chilling and it brings me to my knees.

It sounds like the mother in this article cares highly
for her son. She is clearly doing everything the experts tell her to do. She is
obeying the system, following the “rules” and jumping through every toxic hoop
they throw in front of her. She trusts in the knowledge and authority of
others. Many parents do.

I do not.

I have grown to understand that parenting my son is a
task that I was uniquely chosen for. It’s a role I’m perfectly equipped for (even
when my mind is spinning and I don’t know feel all that confident). The reality is that no one knows him like I
do. No one, (regardless of the size of their psychiatric library or extensive
degrees) understands his heart like I do.

Why do we parents doubt ourselves?

Let me be clear. I’m not a better parent than the one who
wrote the article. I started out just like her, following the flow and heeding
all the advice “professionals” could give. I came to a conclusion:

Unfortunately,
this system does not work to build healthy children. It builds criminals. It
takes a negative approach devoid of hope and lacking in love.

Love believes the best in all. When you surrender to the system and
“give in”, you stop believing that
your child could change. You stop hoping and, though your mind is reeling and
your heart is breaking with love, you actually stop demonstrating your love
merely by your doubt.

The only
difference between this mom and myself is that I now refuse to follow the
system, to surrender my expectations for my child’s future and follow every bit
of advice I’m given. He has a future and I will fight for it to the death.

There are dynamic
individuals with gifting and talents to reach children like ours. Unfortunately,
they aren’t readily available. We have to search for them, do the hard work and
never settle for less. You have to advocate for your child until you are
surrounded with the right professionals who won’t give up or back down but will
truly make a difference.

I will
surround my son with professionals who speak life into him. They won’t say
things like “the only thing I could do was to
get ____ charged with a crime. “If he’s back in the system, they’ll create a
paper trail,” he said. “That’s the only way you’re ever going to get anything
done. No one will pay attention to you unless you’ve got charges.”

Not gonna fly. I will be heard because my love is loud. His needs will get attention because I won’t
back down.

I had a psychiatrist tell me to make plans for my son’s future, that I
should seek long term care for him and apply for social security because he
would probably live with me through adulthood. I dropped that doctor like a hot
cake.

See, it gets daunting believing the best when you are surrounded with
doubters. It’s exactly the same for my child. I chose to surround him with hope
that he may feel it and act accordingly.

What many of
these children lack is a parent who sees through the “experts” and advocates
for the good of their child (even if that isn’t the solution presented). They
need a parent brave enough to go against the flow and fight for what matters.

I chose not to
see things merely as they are, but how they will be. (Romans 4:17)

The mother in the article says we
need a conversation about mental health. We do. We also need awareness. Moms like us need support and
understanding from those around us. Our children need the opportunity to
achieve despite their challenges. Not every child with these serious issues will
become a violent criminal or a mass murderer. We can’t surrender them to that
horrible future, but must guard their hearts diligently. They need to be
labeled with our love and positive expectations, not compromised by societal misconceptions.
Fear cannot rule parents of children like these. Fear will not rule me.

Do you watch Parenthood? Take a look at Max. I bet he
entertains you, right? True, children with special needs have unique gifts and special qualities to offer their families. Can I be brutally honest though? It is so stinking
hard to raise a child who cannot rationalize in a "normal" fashion.

You know what makes it harder? Parents with "perfect" children who
judge our parenting tactics because they seem unorthodox.

My child wigs out and we do "twirling robots",
make human tacos or blow bubbles in milk. He kicks holes in the wall and we
patch them. People look at me like I’m a flaky new age parent who lets
everything slide. Umm, not true. I pick my battles.

He "runs away" and we call the police and find him in minutes
because we know all of his hiding spots (including behind the abandoned church across the way) but understand that if he sees us he will run. I guess one of his gifts is running. He should be on a track team.

He loses
control and we take a trip to the hospital. We don't ignore or wish it away. We confront it even when it hurts.

We spend three hours a week watching our child suffer
through intensive therapies to learn simple things like how to hold a pencil correctly and breath properly
(without panting), to speak clearly and practice motor planning. We dole out medication like candy and nothing
changes. Years go by. It feels hopeless. It feels frustrating when your child
screams "I want to die" and you know he really means "life is
hard and I need help" but lacks the reason to ask calmly.

Yesterday I found the hole in the wall. Words can’t express
how upsetting that was. This is destruction of property. It’s out of control
and there are no good answers from counselors or anyone in the medical community. We are flying by the seat of our pants and there is a lot of turbulence.

Today I’ve done laps through my house chasing him through
tantrum after tantrum. It is exhausting.
I get ten minutes of peace and he’s mad again. He ran outside. Now, I have called
the police four times this year to help me recover Caibry. I can see him when I
call. He’s in my view and totally safe, but if I approach him he will run and I
can’t guarantee his safety then. You know what? I am sick of explaining my life
to police officers and doctors, watching them evaluate me as if I’m the problem then go home to their ordinary lives.

That’s why, when he ran out of the house today in his socks,
I let him go. I stayed inside and even locked the doors. I let him cool down and
watched him from the windows as he walked to his favorite hiding place. I saw him every
moment. I knew he was safe. I saw the red car pull up beside him to ask if he
was okay. I watched the mother with her perfect teenager park in my driveway and
get out of her car to come give me a “talking to”. I watched my son run to the porch and ask
calmly to be let in.

Yes, stopping for a child in trouble is kind. Judging the
parent for what you think you witnessed is not.

Let’s be honest, my tactic worked. I have a calm child taking
a time out on my bed right now. He is actually humming to himself at the moment
and has probably forgotten why he was even mad in the first place.

Me, I am typing this rant to calm myself before speaking to
him so I don’t raise my voice or get physical though my blood is boiling. I’m coping.

My parenting doesn’t make sense to the woman who stopped or the other parents
in my neighborhood who no longer allow their children to play with mine. Maybe it doesn’t make sense to you either.

It doesn’t have to.

Simply put, my children come first. They always have and
they always will. I’ll do what works. I’ll fumble my way through. I’ll look like a
nut to keep the delicate balance of sanity active in my household. I’ll do the hard things and be an outcast for
it. Would you?

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Yesterday my head began pounding. Actually, it was more of a stabbing pain on the right side of my head. It definitely wasn't my typical migraine. I took my migraine meds but they didn't help at all so last night I took two Tylenol PM's hoping it would cut the pain. One is normally more than enough for me. Two is too many. I woke up and my body felt like jello. Oddly enough my head still hurt.

That's where my amazing husband comes in. The kids were worried they's miss Sweet Tea Sunday (I love that they already view it as a traditional weekly special time with mom.

While I continued to sleep the morning away, my husband and my oldest daughter, Chloe, were busy preparing a Night at the Museum themed tea party.

Friday, December 14, 2012

Secret Keeper is a modest little book, tiny in size and packed with power. Dannah makes it her mission to make modesty attainable. She strips away the myths of fashion trends and appeals to a female's reasoning while gracefully incorporating Biblical revelation. Dannah teaches modesty with fun little tests that include visual demonstrations. She also shares some advertising tricks of the trade with deep and profound relevance to women. I also enjoyed her explanation of sin as "missing the mark". She explains that though a woman can hit the target with her attire, is she really hitting the mark of God's best?

This book would be great for young adults and unmarried women. It stresses the need for purity, preserving ones self for one man forever.

This is a super fast read and a beautifully designed book. At times text overlaps with images and that becomes sort of distracting and makes the true text more difficult to read. Some of the design element of the book is a little too much, but the heart and message is wonderful.

I would like to read more from Dannah. I encourage you to look for this and other titles written by her, especially if you have a teenage daughter.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

First, let me offer a surprising disclaimer: I am not a mystery fan. A Christian Crime novel didn't really pique my interest, but as the Operations Manager of The CWA Review Crew I had a free copy to peruse. Yeah, I said peruse. Let me be clear though. If you pick up this book you will not simply peruse. Your life will be in a paused state until you reach the last page. It's just that good.

My initial disinterest is exactly what made my pleasure in this book so profound. I literally could not stop reading. Susanne Lakin has the incredible gift of description. From the introduction I was hooked, simply by her language and the vivid images they evoked.

Holy cow! It was like noting I'd read before. Let me tease you with the beginning:

I wasn’t there the night Libby Denham was killed
but believe me, I can fill in the details. Being a photographer, I was taught
to have an eye for detail. So here’s how I would have captured her death:

The first shot: Libby in her Pontiac Firebird. A
beat-up old car, periwinkle blue. I’d shoot the angle from the front, straight
through the windshield with a 50mm lens, capturing her flashy eyes and the way
her thick red hair tumbled down her shoulders. She’d be wearing her oversized
tortoiseshell glasses and, of course, the purple angora sweater. However, the
look on her face would imply more than exasperation at trying to find a parking
space for her clunker.

Here’s the beauty of the expression: you couldn’t
tell if Libby was excited or fearful. A person would wonder—what was the source
of her abnormal agitation? Why were her hands gripping the steering wheel so
tenaciously?

See what I mean? It reads almost like a film script. Camera angles, intrigue, suspense. You get so much detail from the author that you actually believe you know what's going on, but you don't.

The reader becomes like the character, Alisa, evaluating the evidence and putting pieces together. Alisa is a woman who has just learned of her husband, Mike's, infidelity via the ominous envelope filling her mail box. Oh, and if she had any doubts of its authenticity, there were pictures and love letters in her husband's handwriting. Can you feel the tension? It seems pretty cut and dry. However, it was far from simple. The day the letter arrives, the illicit "lover" is discovered dead, possibly victim of a hit and run.

Now two detectives are on the case but ultimately it's Alisa whose heart is on the line, in more ways then she can even understand.

A Thin Film of Lies is a fantastic book!

In all the reading I do I certainly give plenty of positive reviews, but seriously, this goes beyond a good book. I thoroughly recommend snagging a copy. You can purchase online at Amazon.

C. S. Lakin is a novelist and professional copyeditor who lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. The first four books in her seven-book fantasy series, The Gates of Heaven, have been released (AMG/Living Ink Publishers) and she is also the author of 5 novels of pyschological suspense and YA sci-fi.

I received a free copy of this Ebook Product to review. I was not required to write a positive review nor was I compensated in any other way. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the FTC Regulations. I am part of The CWA Review Crew.

Okay, confession: I actually missed a doctor's appointment last week because I couldn't find my glasses. You know where the turned up? Wrapped up in the blanket I slept in. I'm glad I don't roll a lot in my sleep. The depressing part was the realization of just how much I need them to see. I remember back when they were optional reading glasses. Times change.

Monday, December 10, 2012

I'm not sure if my parents were dating or married at the time (I believe just dating). In any case, my car fixin' teenage dad decided to take on an unlikely project. He began making my mother a quilt. He used bits of the families old clothing and, I assume a pattern, of some sort. He had no thoughts of me when he sewed the pieces together. I wasn't even a twinkle in my mother's eye. Yet, what he created was a beautiful blanket that would someday wrap me in love when his arms couldn't.

My parents married (after all, who could turn down a guy who makes you a quilt?).

Eventually I became a thought. A breathing, cooing thought.

I was three months old my dad went out for a ride with friends and didn't come back.

One of his friends had been drinking and so had the couple they hit.

My dad was the only fatality.

It's winter time and I'm keenly aware of the increase of alcohol at Holiday parties especially as we draw closer to a new year.

Please be aware that one moment, one careless decision can steal everything.

Choose wisely.

Okay, Public Service Announcement over.

Want to see what my daddy made 30+ years ago? Keep in mind it's now dry rotted and we have cut it into squares to display behind glass and store away for my children.

I am reviewing several products from NuNaturals on behalf of the CWA Review Crew. I am so impressed with the flavor and quality. No after taste and just enough sweetness to curb my craving equals perfection!

I was in the mood for adventure so I also made Avacodo Lemon Pear Mousse

I also served a cherry pecan cheese ball (featuring Roka Blue) with crackers.

The point of Sweet Tea Sunday is to share my love of tea with my family while creating special time memories together.It looks fun doesn't it? Next week I will include a linky at the end of my post. I hope I have inspired you to jump in, participate and create this special occasion with your children.

I realize some of you worship on Sunday. You can always prepare your post ahead and just pre-schedule it to post on Sunday's so that it doesn't conflict with your family's routine.

For me, we attend synagogue on Saturday. That's my day of rest, so I'm not online on Saturdays. If you see anything posted here on a Saturday it's safe to assume I scheduled it ahead.

Sunday is my day of play with my kiddos. I'm hoping our new activity together will be an exciting time with mom that they will look forward to each week.

Next week: You're Cordially Invited

Start thinking now about your theme and what tea you plan to serve then blog/ photograph it an link up next Sunday.

My kids will so get a kick out of seeing other children enjoying tea time.